Landslide [Allantide boys]

Spring and summer had come and gone, and now fall was doing the same as it gave way to winter. This was only the first year Torryn had been alive, but even he could tell there was a rhythm and cycle to it all. But that seemed to make things even more boring, to be honest. It would be much more fun if one day was rainy and cold and the next was blistering hot. That would keep him on his toes. But that wasn't the way nature worked, unfortunately.

He had faint memories of the chill of winter, from the earliest days of his puphood. He liked it, probably more than any of the other seasons. He liked the way his fur got longer and made him look at least a little bit bigger and more intimidating. He liked sleeping in a warm den while blustery winds whistled and howled outside. Torryn liked to appreciate the little things. Not much else seemed to bring a smile to his face anymore. He was never the cheerful, bubbly type, after all.

Even so, the howl that met his ears today was enough to pique his interest. Their father wanted his sons to meet with him, and it sounded important. Flicking an ear with curiosity, Torryn trotted in the direction of the call, arriving a minute or two after Amos. And... what on earth was going on. Beside their father sat strange cages, from which came an even stranger assortment of noises. "What's going on?" he asked, frowning in confusion.